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Y/N: Did you two eat my emergency chocolate?

Emily: Define “emergency.”

JJ: Yeah, Emily was stress-eating during Reid’s chess meltdown.

Y/N: And you just… joined her?

JJ: I left you a granola bar!

Y/N: Granola doesn’t replace chocolate, JJ.

Emily: We’ll buy you a new one.

Y/N: Not good enough.

JJ: Fine, two bars. Happy?

Y/N: Make it three… for emotional damages.

JJ: You’re lucky we love you.

Y/N: And don’t you forget it :).

ok but can you write jj x reader (not apart of the bau)

cheating

breakup

angst

no happy ending

please and thank you 😊

Sorry for the late response! Enjoy!

Two Years Down the Drain

Summary: JJ cheats on Y/N, and Y/N could never forgive her.

It had been two years. Two years of Sunday morning coffees in bed. Two years of glances across crowded rooms that made Y/N feel like the only one in JJ’s world. Two years of loyalty, of faith.

And it had taken JJ one night to destroy it.


One night. One mistake. One betrayal.

Y/N sat curled into the far corner of her couch, her body numb and rigid under an old throw blanket. The TV hummed low in the background, some sitcom laugh track playing distantly, a hollow noise filling the silence Penelope Garcia had left behind when she went to grab more ice cream.

Penelope had been there the second Y/N called, voice shaking so hard she could barely get the words out.


JJ. Will. Caught. In bed.

And Penelope, beautiful, fierce, loyal Penelope, hadn't even hesitated. She left work in the middle of a database sweep to be there. She’d burst into the apartment, arms wide open, outrage bleeding into her every movement.

"I swear to the Goddess above," Penelope had hissed earlier that night, kneeling in front of Y/N on the carpet, "if you even think about forgiving her, I'll personally knock some sense into you, my love bug."


Her mascara had run with angry tears. "You are-“ she shook Y/N lightly by the shoulders, “-the best, most loyal partner. You deserved better. You still deserve better."

Y/N had barely been able to nod, her voice crushed to ash in her throat. Now, it was nearing 11pm, and she hadn’t moved. Not when Penelope left to pick up more snacks. Not when her phone buzzed over and over with JJ’s name. Not when the soft knock echoed against her front door. She barely even blinked when the knock turned into frantic pounding.


Not until the door clicked open. Y/N turned her head slowly, heart stuttering painfully. There JJ stood.
Disheveled, desperate. Her face wet with tears, her hands trembling, clutching the hem of her sweater like it was the only thing grounding her.

"Y/N, please," JJ gasped, stepping inside despite the lack of invitation. Her voice cracked , broke open , like something rotten finally spilling out.


Y/N didn’t say a word. She just watched. Watched this woman, this stranger, try to piece together a shattered thing like it hadn’t been deliberate. JJ dropped to her knees in front of her. "I'll do anything," she whispered brokenly. "Let me make it up to you."


Her hands, those traitorous hands, reached up, smoothing along Y/N’s thighs over the blanket. Soft. Familiar. Unwelcome. Y/N flinched back before she could stop herself, a full-body shudder crawling up her spine.

But JJ leaned closer anyway, desperate. Her hands slipped beneath the blanket, skin on skin, and she kissed Y/N's knee, slowly trailing her mouth up, up…

And all Y/N could think about…


was Will.

JJ’s mouth, the same mouth that kissed Will's body. JJ’s hands, the same hands that roamed Will’s chest, tangled in his hair. JJ’s body, the same body that let someone else claim it. The same body that cried out for someone else. Nausea clawed at Y/N's stomach. Tears blurred her vision.

"No," Y/N rasped, her voice finally breaking through the dam of hurt. She shoved JJ back, hard enough that JJ stumbled onto her heels. JJ’s face crumpled, devastated. But Y/N wasn’t moved. Not this time.

"You don't get to touch me," Y/N whispered, her voice shaking but strong. "Not after you let him." JJ’s mouth opened and closed, speechless. Tears streaked her cheeks. She looked so small, so pathetic, sitting there on the floor. "I loved you," Y/N said, chest heaving.


"You were my everything, Jennifer. And you threw it away for… for what? A cheap fuck in a bar bathroom?"

JJ winced, the words hitting like gunfire. "I can’t un-see it," Y/N whispered. "I can’t un-feel it."

The door banged open again, Penelope, standing there with two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in her arms.
She took one look at the scene, JJ on her knees, Y/N trembling with rage and heartbreak, and her face hardened. "You need to leave," Penelope said coldly to JJ, stepping protectively in front of Y/N.


"I mean it, Jayje. Leave her alone. You’ve done enough."

JJ's body sagged under the weight of it. For the first time, she realised no apology could erase what she’d done. Without another word, she dragged herself to her feet, avoiding both their gazes, and stumbled out the door. Penelope dropped the ice cream on the coffee table and collapsed beside Y/N, pulling her into her arms.

And for the first time since the betrayal, Y/N sobbed.


Full-bodied, aching, gut-wrenching sobs. Penelope just held her, rocking her gently, whispering promises against her hair. "You’re going to survive this, sweet girl," Penelope swore fiercely. "You are going to find someone who would never, never, make you question how goddamn worthy you are."

And Y/N clung to her best friend, the only thing steady in a world that had fallen completely apart.

- - -

JJ didn’t stop. Not even after Penelope slammed the door in her face that night. Not after the dozens of ignored texts, the countless unanswered calls. Every few days, she showed up.


At the apartment.


At work.


At the gym Y/N used to drag her to.


Once, once, she even showed up at Y/N’s sister's house two towns over. Always with the same expression: broken. Pleading. Always with the same words: Please. Please forgive me. But Y/N didn’t have it in her.
Not anymore.

Instead, she buried herself in work. She picked up extra classes, took on after-school programs, volunteered for committee meetings she normally despised. Her planner was a battlefield of appointments and deadlines , anything to keep the memories from clawing at her in the quiet.

Because in the quiet?


She could still hear JJ’s voice, gasping, moaning, but not for her. In the quiet? She could still see JJ’s flushed face, turned towards Will, mouth parted in pleasure. A snapshot burned behind her eyelids. It made her want to scream until her throat bled. So she didn’t let herself have quiet anymore.

When she wasn’t teaching, she was out.


Late-night drinks with Garcia, both of them clinging to each other like they could stop the bleeding.

They laughed, too loud, too fake, at shitty bars, sipping watered-down margaritas until the sharpest edges dulled just a little.

They went dancing sometimes, Garcia dragging her onto the floor, spinning her around until Y/N could almost, almost, forget the shape of JJ's mouth around someone else's name.

She stopped going to places they used to share.


No more Saturday market.


No more little café on 5th.


No more late-night drives past the lake where they used to park and talk for hours.

Y/N erased JJ like scrubbing blood from white fabric, violently, desperately, but the stains were still there.


Faint, but permanent.

Can you write some Emily x reader sickfic

one with Emily sick and then one with reader sick

one of them ends up in the hospital in one of them

lots of cuddles and forehead kisses maybe even a nice bath(with soft slow orgasm)

Sorry for the late response!

In Sickness and In Health…

Summary: Emily gets sick first, and then, when her girlfriend gets sick too, Emily coaxes her back to health.

Emily Prentiss wasn’t one to go down easily, but when she did, it hit like a freight train. Fever, chills, body aches that made even sitting up feel like a mountain climb. And somehow, her girlfriend Y/N managed to look completely unbothered by the whirlwind she’d stepped into… calm, steady, warm.

“Water,” Emily croaked from beneath a pile of blankets on the couch, and without a word, Y/N was handing her a glass, kneeling beside her with that small, reassuring smile.

“You’re burning up. Drink this, then I’m putting on Sense and Sensibility. You’re due for some emotional regulation,” Y/N teased softly, brushing sweat-damp strands away from Emily’s forehead.

For two days, Y/N became everything Emily didn’t know she needed: soft socks, forehead kisses, cold compresses, soup just the way Emily liked it, blended smooth with way too much pepper. Her favourite tea brewed just right. A heated blanket warmed in the dryer before being wrapped around her. When Emily shivered, Y/N curled up behind her, letting her body heat soothe where words couldn’t reach.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, every hour, without fail.

And slowly, Emily did get better. But Y/N… didn’t.

Emily knew something was wrong when she woke up to the sound of retching and the unmistakable thud of someone hitting the floor.

“Y/N?” she called, heart racing.

No answer. She threw off the covers and stumbled into the bathroom.

Y/N was collapsed on the cold tile floor, curled in on herself, her skin pale and slick with sweat, breath hitching in shallow, panicked gulps. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

“Baby… hey, hey,” Emily dropped to her knees beside her, gently turning her over. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused. Her voice was barely a rasp.

“You were cold,” she mumbled, confused. “You were so cold—I… I couldn’t find the blankets—” Her body shook violently.

Emily didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around her, holding her steady. “Shhh. You’re burning up, sweetheart. We’re going to the hospital. Stay with me.”

The paramedics came fast. Y/N was too weak to sit up on her own, barely coherent by the time they got her onto the stretcher. Emily held her hand in the ambulance, whispering soft reassurances as machines beeped around them.

At the hospital, Emily stood beside the bed in her sweatpants and hoodie, jaw clenched as the nurses hooked Y/N up to IV fluids and cooling blankets. Her fever had spiked to 40°C, her body drenched in sweat and trembling under the weight of it. Her lips moved now and then, soft murmurs that didn’t make sense, childhood memories, Emily’s name, something about fig trees.

“Is she going to be okay?” Emily asked one of the doctors.

The answer was kind, but cautious. “She’s young and healthy, so we’re optimistic. It’s a nasty viral infection. The fever’s just doing a number on her system. But we’ve got her now.”

Emily didn’t leave the room. She sat on the little reclining chair, feet tucked under her, never taking her eyes off Y/N. She held her hand through the delirium, murmured stories about old cases, about Italy, about their first kiss in the rain outside a jazz bar. She wiped down her forehead every hour and kissed her knuckles when no one was looking.

And when Y/N’s eyes finally focused on her, truly saw her, Emily smiled for the first time in days.

“You came back to me,” she whispered, and Y/N blinked, confused but comforted.

“Where else would I go?”

- - -

The Slow Return to Softness

It had been a week since Y/N came home. She was stronger now, colour back in her cheeks, voice steadier, even if she still got tired walking from the bedroom to the kitchen. Emily didn’t let her lift a finger.

When Y/N asked for a bath, Emily lit candles. Dimmed the lights. Eucalyptus oil in the water, lavender soap on the edge. She helped her undress with slow hands and gentle eyes, not like she was stripping her down, but like she was unwrapping something precious.

She stepped into the tub first and guided Y/N between her legs, letting her lean back against her chest. Emily wrapped her arms around her waist, warm water rippling up over their skin, steam rising around them like a cocoon.

Y/N let out a long, deep sigh. “You make everything better,” she whispered.

Emily pressed a kiss behind her ear. “That’s the plan.”

Silence stretched between them, soft and easy. Then Y/N tilted her head back just slightly, her voice low and hesitant.

“Can I ask for one more thing?”

“Always.”

“I want to… feel good. With you. Nothing fast. Just… soft. Like I’m still here. Still real.”

Emily’s hands tightened gently around her middle. “Okay,” she breathed.

One hand stayed splayed across Y/N’s stomach, the other slid lower, fingers gliding through the warm water, slow and reverent. She didn’t rush. She just touched, gently, rhythmically, as Y/N melted into her, every part of her body relaxing into safety, into closeness.

“You’re okay,” Emily whispered against her neck. “You’re so safe. Let go.”

Y/N whimpered, breath catching, body trembling, not from fever this time, but from the slow, rising tide that Emily coaxed from her with nothing but love. Her head dropped back onto Emily’s shoulder as she came, quiet and soft, a little broken sob of relief leaving her lips.

Emily kissed her temple, her jaw, her cheek. Held her through the aftershocks. Didn’t move a muscle as the water stilled around them.

They stayed like that long after, Emily gently washing Y/N’s skin, arms wrapped around her, soft hums low in her throat, like a lullaby for the woman she adored.

yes superman and batman 😁

i just want a fluffy one shot

(post identity reveal)

with the whole fam

banter

A Movie Day…

It was a rare day off for the Justice League. Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, long-time friends and partners in more ways than one, decided to make the most of the afternoon by inviting their closest allies over for a movie marathon. The mood was relaxed, far from the usual chaos of the world-saving they were accustomed to.

Bruce, ever the perfectionist, had already set the living room up to perfection, soft, overstuffed pillows scattered on the couch, dim lighting, and blankets that practically invited people to sink in and forget about the outside world. The projector was already set up, ready to play whatever movies they decided on.

Clark, as always, brought the snacks. He’d used his speed to gather a whole variety of things, making sure everyone’s favorites were covered. Pizza, popcorn, chocolate, and even a few healthier options (just to appease Bruce’s tendency to stress about healthy eating).

Barry Allen was the first to arrive, his usual cheerful energy filling the room. He dropped onto the couch with a laugh, immediately reaching for the bowl of popcorn that Clark had placed in the middle of the table.

“Got the snacks all ready to go?” Barry asked with a grin.

Clark chuckled, sitting next to him. “You know it, Barry. We’re going all out today. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of pizza left for you.

Diana Prince came in next, her presence calming, yet powerful. She smiled softly as she removed her boots, a knowing look passing between her and Bruce. It was clear she was looking forward to some downtime as much as everyone else. Arthur Curry followed close behind, his laid-back, salty demeanor filling the space as he threw an arm around Diana’s shoulders, dropping onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh.

“This is what I needed,” Arthur said with a smirk, sprawling across the floor. “A break from being the king of Atlantis to being a couch potato.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward as he settled in, snuggling up to Clark, who immediately draped an arm around him. “You’re welcome to make yourself comfortable,” Bruce teased. “But don’t ruin the couch cushions.”

“Relax, B, I’ve got it under control,” Arthur said, waving him off.

The room was filled with the soft sound of laughter as the group settled into place. Diana and Barry nestled into the cushions, while Clark and Bruce found a comfortable spot on the couch, cozy beneath the blankets.

They started with an old classic superhero movie, something lighthearted that didn’t require much thought. Bruce, as always, was meticulously focused on the details of the film, while Clark couldn’t help but laugh at how serious his boyfriend was about it.

Diana leaned against Barry, who was already halfway through the popcorn, sharing a few jokes and comments about how they could do things differently. Arthur, ever the cynic, grumbled at the portrayal of the hero on screen.

“I mean, honestly,” Arthur muttered, “they really messed up the character.”

Clark’s laughter was genuine, nudging Bruce playfully. “See? Even the king of Atlantis can’t escape the occasional bad portrayal.”

“Maybe,” Bruce said, his voice low, “but I’m pretty sure we could do better if we were in charge.”

It was moments like these, when the weight of the world wasn’t on their shoulders, that they felt truly free. As the movie played on, Barry and Diana quietly started to drift off to sleep, their soft breathing filling the space, while Arthur dozed with his head resting against the couch.

Bruce and Clark, the two pillars of the group, simply enjoyed the warmth of each other’s presence. It was a rare, precious moment, a time to recharge, to laugh, to feel safe, and to love. No villains to fight, no crises to resolve, just each other and the simple joy of being together.

The day passed in a haze of cozy cuddles, whispered jokes, and shared snacks. Even Batman, who never truly let his guard down, found solace in the companionship of his friends, and in the quiet, comforting embrace of Clark Kent.

Hope you liked it! :))

I read(listen) your fanfiction but I actually insert my name where Y/N is

why was I tearing up while reading the newest one

Because you use she/they pronouns

no one in my real life uses my "they" pronouns

And I just read that and felt whole??/accept

This probably sounds pathetic but

Thank you

Thank you! ☺️ I’m glad that you could connect and feel accepted with my fics! And no, it doesn’t sound pathetic! I’m glad to hear that you (happy) cried, I’m glad that my fics gave you something like that!

I usually use she/her in my ghost series out of habit, but with my requested fics I tend to stick with she/they or they/them so I’m glad you resonated with the newest one! If you ever feel like you need another one like that don’t hesitate to ask! Even if it’s anonymous!

My writing and my fics are for everyone! No one should be afraid to ask for what they want or would like to see in a fic! 😊

Thank you! ☺️

i like the fics where reader is a member of the BAU's siblings/child

could you maybe write one like that

i'm giving you the choice of who/what relationship

Something angsty though reader gets injured or kidnapped or something

Happy ending obviously

Hurt comfort types stuff please 🙏

Agent Y/N Hotchner

Summary: Y/N Hotchner (Aaron Hotchner’s younger sibling) joined the team six months ago, after Aaron's retirement, Y/N found interest in the team when they got their hands on an old case file. Signing up for training, Y/N underestimated the responsibility of being on the BAU team.

Work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64296616

The warehouse smelled of oil and rust, the air thick with dust that settled on their skin like a second layer. JJ, Tara, and Y/N Hotchner had been searching for an escape route when the unsub, an unhinged, paranoid survivalist, had slammed a metal door shut behind them, locking them inside.

"Shit," JJ hissed, immediately reaching for her radio, but all they got was static. The unsub must’ve jammed the signal.

"We need to find another way out," Tara said, scanning the room. The only exit was the locked door and a boarded-up window near the ceiling. "If we stay put, he might come back, but if we make noise, he might just—" Before she could finish, Y/N spotted movement from the shadows. The unsub lunged.

Instinct took over. Y/N moved fast, trying to dodge his attack, but he was bigger, stronger, and caught them by the arm, yanking them off balance. She twisted in his grip, but the force sent them crashing to the ground, their left shoulder slamming against the concrete at a terrible angle.

A sharp, white-hot pain shot through their body. Y/N let out a rough, broken scream, their breath catching as agony swallowed them whole.

"Y/N!" JJ and Tara’s voices overlapped, their footsteps rushing toward them.

The unsub took a step back, breathing heavily, but instead of running, he sneered down at Y/N. "Should've stayed down, girl." JJ didn’t hesitate.

One shot.

The crack of the gunshot echoed in the warehouse as the bullet tore into the unsub’s chest. He staggered, eyes widening in shock before crumpling to the ground. JJ kept her gun raised, breathing heavy, her jaw tight. "You okay?" she asked Tara without looking away from the unmoving body.

Tara was already at Y/N’s side, pressing a steadying hand against their uninjured shoulder. "Y/N, talk to me," she urged, voice calm but firm. Y/N panted through the pain, their body curling in on itself. "Shoulder—" she rasped. "It’s—"

"Dislocated," Tara finished for them, carefully running a hand over the injury. Y/N flinched violently, a strangled noise escaping their throat.

JJ slowly approached the unsub, toeing his gun away before kneeling down to check his pulse. Two fingers pressed against his neck, waiting, nothing. She exhaled sharply, eyes dark. "He's dead." Without another glance, she turned back to Y/N. Y/N groaned, their body shifting slightly, sending a fresh wave of pain searing through their shoulder. "Fuck—"

"I know," JJ murmured, immediately kneeling beside them. She reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "I know, sweetheart. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Tara stood, scanning the dimly lit warehouse. "We can’t just leave them like this. I need to find something to splint their shoulder, keep it stabilized." JJ nodded, her focus on Y/N as Tara moved through the space, rummaging through rusted shelves and discarded crates.

"J… hurts," Y/N whimpered, their breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. JJ’s fingers curled around Y/N’s good hand. "I know, honey. I know. But I’m right here. We’re gonna get you through this." JJ shifted slightly, allowing Y/N to lean against her chest.

She could feel the unsteady rise and fall of Y/N’s breathing, the tremors wracking their body. "Just focus on me, okay? What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get out of here?" Y/N exhaled shakily, their forehead pressing into JJ’s shoulder. "Shower… maybe s-sleep forever," she mumbled weakly.

JJ huffed a soft laugh. "Yeah? Sounds like a plan. I’ll even make you coffee in the morning."

"C-coffee…" Y/N breathed, the thought almost too far away to care about, but it still brought a small, appreciative smile to their lips. Tara returned a minute later, a wooden plank and some torn fabric in her hands. "This'll have to do until we can get them out of here."

JJ helped shift Y/N slightly, but even the smallest movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through their body. Y/N moaned low in their throat, eyes squeezing shut as their head fell back against JJ’s shoulder.

"You’re doing so good," JJ whispered, pressing her lips to Y/N’s temple. "Just a little longer, okay?" Tara worked quickly, binding Y/N’s arm as gently as she could. "It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep it stable." She met Y/N’s pain-glazed eyes. "You hanging in there?"

Y/N gave a small, tired nod. "Barely." JJ adjusted her hold on Y/N, wrapping an arm around their back to support them. "I’ve got you," she murmured. The minutes stretched into an eternity. JJ and Tara kept talking to them, keeping them awake.

JJ rubbed slow, comforting circles into their back, whispering soft reassurances. Tara kept checking their pulse, making sure she wasn’t slipping too far into the pain. "You’re a tough one, Hotchner," Tara mused, her tone light despite the tension. Y/N huffed a weak chuckle. "Runs in the family."

"Yeah, I know." Tara kept a careful eye on Y/N as her voice softened. "You’re gonna be okay. We just gotta keep you talking, all right? Let’s take your mind off the pain." Y/N nodded, their throat tight. "I don’t know if I can."

"Yes, you can," JJ insisted, brushing her hand over Y/N’s damp forehead. "You’ve got this, just talk to us. Tara, make them talk. Anything." Tara raised her brows, a playful glint in her eyes. "Okay, okay. Fine, let’s see… You ever think about going skydiving, Hotchner?" Y/N let out a weak breath. "Skydiving? Are you crazy?"

Tara grinned. "Well, you’ve gotta die somehow, right? Might as well be in a way that makes people say, ‘Man, they were brave.’" Y/N laughed weakly, but it was enough to draw out another strained but genuine smile. "I’m more of a stay-on-the-ground kind of person."

JJ smiled, continuing her gentle ministrations. "You and me both." The sound of approaching sirens finally broke the silence. JJ exhaled in relief, her grip tightening around Y/N.

"They’re here," she whispered. Y/N let out a shaky breath, their body trembling against JJ. "You did good, kid," JJ murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their hair. "You did real good."

The warehouse door was kicked open, a burst of voices flooding inside. "FBI! Hands where we can see them!" Emily’s voice. Tara stood immediately, signaling to the team. "We’re clear! Unsub’s down... Y/N’s hurt!"

Boots pounded against the concrete floor as their team rushed in, led by Emily, Luke, and Rossi. Emily’s eyes swept the room, landing on JJ and Y/N, her expression shifting from hardened focus to sharp concern.

JJ barely looked up. "She needs a medic... now." Emily knelt beside them, her hand grazing Y/N’s uninjured arm. "Hey, kid," she said gently. Y/N groaned in response, their head rolling weakly against JJ’s shoulder.

"She needs help Em," JJ murmured. "She’s exhausted." The paramedics arrived next, their med bags already unzipped. "What are we looking at?"

"Left shoulder dislocation," Tara answered, stepping back to give them space. "She took a hard fall." One of the medics knelt, assessing Y/N’s arm with careful hands. "We’ll get them on a stretcher, stabilize the joint, and give them something for the pain."

Y/N whimpered when they moved them. JJ ran a soothing hand over their hair. "I got you," she whispered. "Just breathe, sweetheart." Emily’s gaze flicked to JJ, catching the rare softness in her eyes. She knew JJ cared about Y/N, hell, they all did, but this? This was different.

JJ had spent an hour holding Y/N together, keeping them from breaking under the pain. That kind of care wasn’t just professional. It was personal. The medics got Y/N secured, an oxygen mask over their nose, an IV slipping into their arm to deliver pain relief. The tension in their body finally started to ease.

JJ stood, hesitating for only a second before squeezing Y/N’s fingers once more. "I’ll be right behind you, okay?" Y/N’s eyelids fluttered, a ghost of a nod. As the stretcher rolled out, Emily turned to JJ. "You okay?" JJ let out a breath, her eyes trailing after Y/N. "I will be."

Emily studied her for a beat before nodding. "Let’s get them to the hospital."

- - -

The hospital room was bright, too bright, the overhead lights casting a sterile glow over the pale blue walls. Y/N lay on the exam table, their body finally beginning to relax as the drugs coursed through their system.

JJ stood beside them, one hand wrapped around Y/N’s as the doctors and nurses moved efficiently around them, preparing to reset their shoulder. "You’re doing great, kid," JJ murmured, her thumb tracing small circles against Y/N’s skin. "Just a little longer."

Y/N blinked slowly, their pupils dilated, their lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. "Alright," the doctor announced, positioning himself at Y/N’s side. "We’re gonna get that shoulder back in place. You might feel some pressure."

Y/N let out a breath, their gaze flicking up to JJ, "Stay?" JJ’s heart clenched. "I’m not going anywhere," she promised. The doctor nodded at the nurse, who adjusted the IV drip, pumping more painkillers into Y/N’s system.

JJ could see the drugs taking hold, the tension in Y/N’s muscles easing, their expression softening, their blinks growing slower. The doctor gave JJ a small look of warning before he took hold of Y/N’s arm, rotating it gently. Y/N whimpered, a small, pained sound escaping their lips, their fingers weakly squeezing JJ’s hand.

JJ leaned closer. "I know, sweetheart. Almost done."

A swift movement, a deep pop...

And then it was over.

Y/N let out a slow exhale, blinking up at JJ with glassy eyes. "Did you see that?" she mumbled, voice slurring. "My arm just—boom—" she wiggled their fingers lazily, "back in place." JJ bit back a smile, brushing her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. "Yeah, I saw."

Y/N grinned, slow and sleepy, "I feel great. I love drugs. I should dislocate stuff more often." JJ snorted, "Let’s not make a habit of that, okay?" Y/N just giggled, their head lolling slightly to the side. "You're so pretty."

JJ huffed a quiet laugh. "You’re definitely high."

"Maybe," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely above a whisper. "But you’re still pretty." JJ shook her head, smiling as she brushed a damp strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead.

The door burst open seconds later, and the rest of the team rushed in. Rossi, Tara, Luke, and Emily all crowded around the bed, their faces a mix of concern and relief. "How’s she doing?" Emily asked, her sharp eyes immediately scanning Y/N’s face.

JJ smirked. "She’s high as hell." Y/N blinked sluggishly at the new arrivals, their face lighting up when she spotted Emily. "Boss lady!" she greeted with a bright, dopey grin. Emily arched an eyebrow. "That’s me." Y/N nodded sagely, squeezing JJ’s hand. "Did you know… that JJ is so pretty?"

JJ sighed. "Oh god, we’re back to this." Luke grinned. "I like high Y/N. She’s affectionate." Y/N’s head lolled toward him. "Luuuuke," she drawled. "You’re so... so... tall." He chuckled. "Can’t argue with that." Rossi stepped closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. "How’s the shoulder, kid?"

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before whispering, as if revealing a great secret, "Attached." The whole team laughed. Even Rossi let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s good," Tara said, amused. "Let’s keep it that way."

Y/N nodded solemnly before their eyes drifted down to where JJ’s hand was still in theirs. She patted it clumsily. "This... is my emotional support JJ." JJ groaned, but the team lost it, laughter echoing through the small hospital room.

"You’re not wrong," Emily said, shooting JJ a teasing glance. Y/N sighed dramatically, leaning their head back against the pillows. "I love you guys." Tara chuckled. "You’re gonna regret saying that when you sober up." Y/N’s face scrunched up.

"Nope. I mean it. You’re all my bestest friends." She turned to Emily, their eyes shining with exaggerated sincerity. "Even you, boss lady. Even though you’re scary sometimes." Emily smirked. "That’s fair." Luke shook his head, grinning. "I should record this."

Y/N gasped. "Nooo." She clutched JJ’s hand dramatically. "JJ, protect me!" JJ rolled her eyes but gave Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, alright. No recordings." Y/N exhaled in relief before their gaze landed on Tara. "Taraaa," she drawled. "You were so cool back there. Like a doctor. You should be a doctor."

Tara laughed. "I’ll consider it." Y/N nodded. "Good. You’d be great." Rossi smirked. "I think the painkillers are wearing off." Y/N pouted. "Nooo. I like being floaty." Emily shook her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning."

Y/N groaned, already feeling the first hints of exhaustion creeping in. "Ugh. Future me’s problem." JJ smiled softly, brushing her thumb over Y/N’s knuckles. "Alright, enough excitement. You need to rest."

Y/N sighed but nodded, their eyelids already drooping. "Okay. But only 'cause you said so, emotional support JJ."

The team chuckled again, the weight of the day finally beginning to ease as Y/N drifted off to sleep, still holding onto JJ’s hand.

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Can i PLEASE GET MORE PENELOPE X READER PLZ

grumpy x sunshine

jealousy

smut

fluff

A Drink, A Smile and A Rescue…

Summary: Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Sunshine, Grumpy. Everything!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64107496

Words: 4000

A Drink...

The bar was a chaotic blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and the pulse of music, crowded to the brim with people who seemed to be competing for attention. Every bartender was working at full speed, hands moving in practiced motions, but even they couldn't keep up with the demand. The hum of voices blended into the background, the rhythm of the evening in full swing.

But through it all, Penelope Garcia was tense.

Her eyes were locked on her partner, Y/N Y/L/N, who was standing at the bar waiting for her drink. The sight of Y/N was enough to make Penelope's heart race, but right now, that wasn’t what held her attention. No, what made Penelope’s grip tighten around her glass was the tall, slender blonde who had sidled up beside Y/N like a predator closing in on its prey.

The blonde’s smile was the kind that could melt anyone's resolve, her tattooed arms crossing the bar as she leaned in just a little too close to Y/N. Penelope could almost hear the flirtation in the words exchanged, though she couldn’t quite make them out from this distance. Y/N, seemingly oblivious to the attention, was absently twirling one of her rings on her finger while her other hand rested on the counter, barely acknowledging the blonde's presence.

Penelope’s stomach twisted with a knot of jealousy. It was ridiculous, she knew it was, but it didn’t make the feeling go away.

The bartender, who clearly had a personal vendetta against speed, was still struggling with the orders, and it felt like time had slowed down, each passing second dragging her deeper into the storm of irrational thoughts that swirled inside her mind.

It had been five minutes. Five minutes, and this woman was still here, leaning in a little too closely, smiling a little too brightly. Penelope’s jaw clenched.

JJ, sitting next to her, followed the line of her gaze and smirked. "Garcia… are you glaring at your girlfriend?"

Penelope straightened, forcing herself to meet JJ’s teasing eyes. "No."

The word was clipped, sharper than she intended, but she didn’t care.

JJ raised an eyebrow. "Sure? Because that look says otherwise."

Penelope huffed, trying to sound nonchalant even though her insides were anything but calm. "I’m simply… observing."

Emily, ever the instigator, leaned in with a wicked grin. "You mean you’re watching that blonde woman flirt with Y/N?"

Penelope crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a defensive posture that felt more like a shield than anything else. "She’s not flirting with Y/N," she muttered. "She’s trying to. But Y/N is clearly too enamored with me to notice her."

Just then, the blonde laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder like it was a move straight out of a playbook. Y/N barely reacted, her focus remained on the ring on her finger, her face politely blank as she nodded, signaling her lack of interest.

But Penelope’s heart didn’t care. It had taken a dive into an abyss, deeper and deeper, as the blonde continued to linger.

The bartender, in a cruel twist of fate, was still taking his sweet time with Penelope’s drink, making her wonder if she was being punished for some past sin. Meanwhile, the blonde continued her pursuit, leaning even closer now, her smile widening as if she could already taste victory.

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. Y/N wasn’t the type to stray, she knew that. Y/N was the one who kissed her forehead in the mornings, who brought her coffee just the way she liked it, who made her laugh with the simplest jokes. Y/N didn’t need anyone else. Y/N adored her.

But then there was this woman, this tall, tattooed woman with a look that screamed "I’m too cool for you", and what if, just for a second, Y/N thought she might be better suited for someone like her? What if she realized she could have someone effortless and cool instead of… well, Penelope, who wore glittery cat-ear headbands to work and had a collection of bedazzled sweaters that might be considered a crime?

Emily poked her side, pulling her from the spiraling thoughts. "You could just go up there, you know."

"I could," Penelope agreed, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to. "Or… I could stay here and seethe silently."

JJ chuckled, shaking her head at Penelope’s internal battle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bartender slid the tequila sunrise in front of Y/N. Without hesitation, Y/N grabbed the drink, turned, and began making her way back to the booth. Penelope straightened in her seat, pretending to be casual, though she could feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

Y/N's eyes caught hers as she slid into the booth, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Took forever, but here you go, babe."

Penelope raised an eyebrow, pretending to be indifferent. "And did anything… interesting happen while you were up there?"

Y/N blinked, clearly unaware of the silent war raging in Penelope’s mind. "Uh, no? Just waited for your drink."

JJ and Emily exchanged a look, their amusement barely contained.

Penelope stared at Y/N, at how calm and unbothered she was, like nothing had happened. Y/N casually reached for her beer, completely at ease, while Penelope felt like she might explode with the conflicting emotions inside her.

"You didn’t notice that blonde flirting with you?" Penelope asked, her voice incredulous, even though she knew the answer.

Y/N frowned, spinning the ring on her finger as if in thought. "What blonde?"

Penelope groaned and dropped her head onto Y/N's shoulder, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh. You are so lucky you’re cute."

Y/N chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Penelope’s head. "Yeah, but only for you."

And just like that, the tension began to ebb away. Penelope was still fighting the flush of jealousy in her chest, but with Y/N here, with Y/N's warmth so close, she was reminded, just for a second, that there was no one else.

- - -

A Smile...

That night had only continued to get louder, the bar buzzing with energy, but Penelope Garcia’s attention was fully focused on her girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N had sensed the tension in Penelope, the subtle way her shoulders had stiffened and the barely concealed irritation in her eyes. Y/N could feel the weight of the unspoken jealousy that lingered between them, and it bothered her. So, when the moment finally arrived, she excused herself from the booth, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor cutting through the laughter of the group.

She gave Penelope a gentle smile as she slid out of the booth. "Come on, babe. Let’s get out of here."

Emily and JJ both looked up at the same time, an eyebrow raised in unison, a grin curling at the corners of their lips.

"Where are you two going?" Emily asked, the teasing tone unmistakable.

Y/N leaned against the back of the booth, crossing her arms with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I’m going to go ravage my beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, nerdy girlfriend..." Her gaze flicked to Penelope, locking eyes with her, a grin spreading across her face. "I’ll have her back by curfew, mothers."

JJ snorted into her drink. "Yeah, sure you will."

"Absolutely," Y/N confirmed with a wink, her hand reaching down to take Penelope’s, tugging her out of the booth. "Now, if you’ll excuse us, the night is young, and I’ve got a very important mission to attend to."

Penelope blushed, her heart pounding a little faster at the way Y/N's voice softened with affection as she spoke. She let herself be pulled toward the door, her mind already racing ahead to what was waiting for them.

The bar door closed behind them with a soft thud, the cool night air hitting them both in a rush. Y/N's hand tightened around hers as they walked down the sidewalk, her pace quickening as if she couldn’t get away fast enough.

"I swear, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to drag you straight to my penthouse right here and now," Y/N muttered under her breath, struggling to contain herself.

Penelope, her heart thundering in her chest, couldn’t help the excited giggle that bubbled up. "Y/N, we’re in public," she said, though she was having trouble keeping her voice steady.

Y/N shot her a look that was pure, unfiltered desire. "I’m well aware," she said, her voice low and husky. "But the sooner we get to the cab, the sooner I get you alone."

Y/N flagged down a cab, practically pulling Penelope into it before the driver could even ask them where they were headed. "143 Main Street," Y/N barked, her voice urgent but laced with anticipation. Penelope settled back in the seat, trying to play it cool, but the energy between them was undeniable. The cab ride was a blur, each second passing in a haze of heated glances and barely controlled tension.

When they arrived at Y/N's penthouse, Y/N barely waited for the door to close before her hands were on Penelope, guiding her into the apartment with urgency. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound deafening in the silence that followed. Y/N's lips were on Penelope’s in an instant, claiming her mouth with a fierceness that left no room for anything but the overwhelming pull between them.

Penelope’s heart raced as she pulled away for a second, gasping for air. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I—"

But Y/N was already kissing her again, not giving her a chance to finish her thought. It was like Y/N couldn’t contain herself anymore, the weight of the night, of the distance between them, suddenly crashing down. Penelope let out a soft moan into the kiss, her hands threading through Y/N's hair as she melted against her.

"God, you drive me crazy," Y/N murmured between kisses, her hands roaming, pulling Penelope closer, desperate for more.

Penelope didn’t protest, her own need mirroring Y/N's, her body alive with anticipation. "I love you," she whispered, a confession that felt like it had been building all night.

Y/N froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to look into Penelope’s eyes. Her expression softened, the heat between them flickering into something deeper, more meaningful. "I love you too," she said, voice low and sincere, before her lips found Penelope’s again, and all rational thought went out the window.

The sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the spacious living room. Y/N's hands were warm against Penelope’s back, guiding her through the sleek, modern space with a quiet intensity that matched the energy between them.

Y/N paused, her breath coming in shallow bursts, as she gently turned Penelope to face her. The look on her face was almost predatory, but there was a softness in her eyes, something vulnerable beneath the confident exterior. "You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting this all night," she murmured, voice thick with a longing that made Penelope’s chest tighten with affection and desire.

Penelope reached up to touch her face, her fingers tracing the lines of Y/N's jaw with tenderness, as if grounding herself in the moment. "I know," she whispered back, a small smile curving her lips. "I can feel it."

Before Penelope could say anything else, Y/N's lips were on hers again, more insistent this time, her hands pulling Penelope closer, as if trying to fuse them together. The kiss was deep and fervent, Y/N's breath mingling with Penelope’s as she let herself melt into the heat of it, her pulse racing.

"God, you’re so beautiful," Y/N breathed against Penelope’s lips, her hands sliding down to rest on Penelope’s hips, the touch both grounding and electrifying. "I just—" She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Penelope’s as she tried to catch her breath. "I just want to be with you, all of you, every damn second."

Penelope smiled softly, her hands moving to Y/N's chest, feeling the rapid thud of her heart beneath her fingers. "I’m right here," she whispered, voice full of tenderness. "All yours."

Y/N's eyes darkened with need, but beneath that, Penelope could see the quiet reverence she held for her. She was all too aware of how much Y/N cared for her, how much she was willing to fight for them. But right now, all of that was drowned in the overwhelming desire that pulsed between them.

Y/N didn’t waste another moment. She lifted Penelope into her arms, easily carrying her toward the bedroom, the world outside fading away as the door closed behind them with a soft click.

The bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray from their earlier moments, and yet it was the perfect space for them to finally, fully, be together. Y/N gently set Penelope down on the bed, her eyes never leaving her as she crawled over her, the intensity of her gaze making Penelope’s breath hitch.

Penelope ran her hands through Y/N's hair, tugging her down for another kiss, this time slower, more deliberate. It was like they were savoring the moment, every touch, every sigh, every second of connection. Y/N's body pressed against hers, their hearts beating in sync as they moved together, the world beyond the walls of the penthouse no longer existing.

"I’ve got you," Y/N whispered as she kissed a trail down Penelope’s neck, her hands roaming gently over her body, exploring, memorizing every curve, every line. "I’m not going anywhere."

Penelope’s chest tightened, her fingers threading through Y/N's hair, pulling her back up to meet her lips. She could feel her heart racing, her body alive with the intensity of Y/N's touch, and she realized just how much she needed this, how much she needed her.

"I’m not going anywhere either," Penelope breathed, her voice thick with emotion. Then, Y/N moved...

Clothing was tugged and pulled and shed in a mad frenzy. Skin met skin as they undressed each other frantically.

Y/N laid Penelope down gently. Garcia admired Y/N's toned body, flushed and glistening with sweat. Penelope looked up at her with hazy, desire-filled eyes. Y/N's own eyes darkened with lust as she moved down Penelope's body, kissing and nipping her way down.

She caressed and explored every inch of silky skin. "May I... Princess?" Y/N questions, her hands hovering Penelope's body. "I'm all yours, my knight in shining armour.." Garcia smiled. Y/N reaching for Penelope's slick heat, Y/N smirked and dipped a finger inside her. Penelope gasped and spread her legs wider, arching her back.

Y/N circled and stroked Penelope with her fingers, keeping steady eye contact. “God, you feel so damn good,” Y/N hissed. Penelope whimpered softly, hips bucking against Y/N's touch. Moving faster, Y/N built the rhythm, pumping two fingers in and out as she added a third. Penelope's thighs quivered as she wound tighter and tighter.

Y/N leaned down, latching onto a taut nipple while continuing her thrusts with her fingers. "Come for me baby," Y/N purred. Penelope's back arched as she tumbled over the edge, crying out Y/N's name. "Fuck... Y/N.." Garcia's voice broke.

Y/N crawled up and settled between Penelope's sprawled legs. Touched, Penelope looked at her with tender emotions mingled in her heavy gaze. Y/N caught her bottom lip between her teeth hesitantly. "Are you okay? That was... rougher than usual." Penelope's arms snaked around her waist, pulling Y/N closer.

Penelope pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Y/N's collarbone. "I'm okay," she whispered. "Better than okay." Y/N's body relaxed into Penelope's embrace. They held each other close, savoring the intimate connection and quiet moment. Penelope stroked Y/N's hair. "Thank you," they both whispered at the same time, smiling at eachother tiredly.

- - -

A Rescue... (A few days later...)

Y/N Y/L/N was on the verge of losing her mind.

Her job was turning into an endless cycle of frustration, late nights, impossible deadlines, and an assistant who seemed determined to make everything harder instead of easier. Every email, every meeting, every last-minute request was piling on top of her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was drowning.

By the time she stepped into the apartment, she was done.

She barely had the energy to kick off her shoes, let alone deal with the mess in her brain. But then...

"Honeybear?"

Penelope’s voice carried from the living room, warm and familiar, instantly cutting through the haze of stress.

Y/N exhaled slowly, her shoulders loosening just at the sound of her. "Yeah, babe, it’s me."

A second later, Penelope appeared in the doorway, still wearing her cat-print pajama pants and a ridiculously oversized pink sweater that made her look even softer than usual. But her bright, cheerful smile faded the moment she got a good look at Y/N.

"Oh, no," she said, hands immediately going to her hips. "No, no, no. This will not do."

Y/N barely had time to process before Penelope was on her, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the couch. "Come here immediately. Doctor Garcia prescribes one mandatory cuddling session, stat."

Y/N let herself be dragged without resistance. She was too tired to fight it, not that she ever wanted to fight Penelope’s affections.

The moment they reached the couch, Penelope flopped down and, without hesitation, yanked Y/N into her lap.

Y/N let out a surprised grunt as she landed, stretched across Penelope’s legs, her head resting against the armrest. "Penny—"

"Shhh," Penelope soothed, already threading her fingers through Y/N's short, messy hair. "Cuddletown is now in session."

And... God, Y/N melted.

She closed her eyes as Penelope’s fingers worked through her hair, gently twisting it into tiny braids. The rhythmic motion, the soft scrape of her nails against Y/N's scalp, it was instant relief. She felt her whole body sag, tension draining from her limbs.

She let her fingers absently trace the patterns on Penelope’s ridiculous sweatpants, following the loops and swirls like she could tether herself to them, to her.

"You wanna talk about it, sweetheart?" Penelope asked, her voice quieter now, softer.

Y/N exhaled, her breath warm against Penelope’s stomach. "I don’t know. Work just… sucks. My assistant is useless, my project keeps getting changed at the last second, and every time I breathe, someone is asking me for a ‘quick favor’ that eats up hours of my time."

Penelope gasped dramatically, one hand flying to her chest. "The audacity of these people. Don’t they know you belong to me after work hours?"

Y/N let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers tightening slightly on Penelope’s hip.

"Seriously, though," Penelope murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Y/N's temple, "is there anything I can do? Hack into your company’s payroll? Change your assistant’s employee status to ‘permanently on vacation’?"

Y/N smiled, shaking her head against Penelope’s stomach. "I just need a distraction."

"Ooh! Distractions I can do!" Penelope said brightly, playing with another strand of Y/N's hair. "What do you want? A fun fact? A conspiracy theory? A dramatic retelling of my latest Starbucks order?"

Y/N huffed out a small laugh. "Tell me about work. Any cases coming up? Any crazy tech stuff?"

Penelope perked up immediately, her fingers stilling in Y/N's hair. "Ohhh, now that I can talk about."

She shifted slightly, one hand still lazily braiding as she spoke. "Well, let’s see. We just wrapped up a case in Chicago... total mess, by the way, horrible, but now we’re on standby. Though JJ did mention something about a case possibly brewing in Denver. But the real fun stuff? I’ve been working on upgrading my database. Oh, honeybear, you know how much I love a good database upgrade."

Y/N hummed, eyes closed, letting herself sink deeper into Penelope’s voice.

"I’m talking real next-level indexing," Penelope continued, her excitement bubbling over. "I finally got the new facial recognition software to integrate seamlessly, it took forever, but I cracked it. And don’t even get me started on the algorithm tweaking I had to do to make sure it wasn’t flagging innocent civilians. Absolute nightmare. But! I did it. Because I am a genius."

Y/N smiled against Penelope’s stomach, her fingers lazily tracing the fabric of her sweater now. "Mmm. You are a genius."

"I know, but I love hearing you say it."

Y/N chuckled, tilting her head to nuzzle slightly into Penelope’s warmth.

Penelope kept talking, about cases, about her work, about her database updates. And Y/N let the words wash over her, let them fill the space where stress had lived all day.

Eventually, her breathing evened out, her body completely relaxed, fingers slowing against Penelope’s side.

Penelope smiled down at her, pressing one last soft kiss to her forehead.

"Best distraction ever," Y/N murmured, half-asleep now.

Penelope beamed. "You know it, baby."

The next few days weren’t any easier for Y/N.

Her assistant was still a disaster, her project was still hanging by a thread, and every time she so much as glanced at her inbox, fifty new emails popped up like some kind of cruel joke.

By the time she made it home, her body was screaming for rest, her brain fried from hours of troubleshooting a problem that shouldn’t have existed in the first place.

She barely had the energy to shut the door behind her before a voice called out...

"My love! My light! My large, broody hacker extraordinaire!"

Despite everything, Y/N felt the corner of her mouth twitch upward. "Hey, Penny."

Penelope practically skipped out of the kitchen, all bright eyes and warm smiles, her curls bouncing with every step. She had on the same ridiculous cat-print sweatpants as the other night, except this time paired with a t-shirt featuring a cartoon unicorn wielding a sword.

Y/N didn’t even have time to process how much she adored her before Penelope was up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

"Bad day?" she murmured, pulling back just enough to study Y/N's face.

Y/N sighed. "One of the worst."

Penelope hummed, already grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the couch. "C’mon. You know the drill."

Y/N let herself be pulled along without resistance. By now, this was their routine.

She barely had time to sit before Penelope was tugging her back into her lap again, long legs draped over the armrest, head resting against Penelope’s chest.

Y/N groaned as soon as fingers started working through her hair, gentle and familiar. "God, I missed you."

Penelope giggled, her fingers massaging against Y/N's scalp. "Missed me? I’m an experience, baby. I’m a lifestyle."

Y/N let out a breathy chuckle, already feeling the stress ease out of her body. She absently traced patterns against Penelope’s thigh, letting the soft fabric of her sweatpants ground her.

Penelope hummed in satisfaction. "There we go. That’s my girl."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of Penelope’s body, her voice, her touch, all of it wrapping around her like a cocoon.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Y/N huffed, nuzzling into her. "Not really. Just need you."

Penelope grinned, pressing a kiss into Y/N's hair. "Oh, baby, you have me. You always have me."

And for the first time all day, Y/N felt like she could breathe.

Can you write Alex Blake x Reader fic (age gap)

where they are in an established relationship but they have a disagreement where something very hurtful was said and they took some time apart

but like with a happy ending please 

(also her son is alive)

Where It Hurts

Summary: When Alex Blake says something to hurt her girlfriend, Y/N, of a year, her world falls apart and has to grovel her way back to coupledom.

Words: 6200

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64083289

The BAU had always been a tightly knit team, but Y/N and Alex had taken “close” to a whole new level. At first, their relationship had been secret, hushed whispers in the breakroom, lingering glances across the bullpen, stolen kisses behind closed doors. It had been thrilling, something just for them.

And then Penelope Garcia, in all her tech-genius glory, had ruined it.

It wasn’t intentional. She’d been fixing something on Alex’s phone when she’d stumbled upon a very, not safe for work, photo of Y/N. A shriek, a scandalised gasp, and an immediate “Oh my god, I did not just see that” later, the entire team knew.

The teasing had been relentless, but no one was actually surprised. If anything, it made sense. Alex Blake, brilliant and meticulous, had fallen for Y/N, young and fiery, who met her sharp edges with unwavering softness. Their age gap had never mattered, not to them, not to the team.

Until it did.

Until Alex, stressed from an impossible case and her son Ethan ignoring her calls, had thrown it like a knife.

“You wouldn’t understand, Y/N. You’re ten years younger... you don’t have a kid, you don’t have my responsibilities. This is just easier for you.”

The words had landed harder than any unsub’s attack. Y/N had stood there, frozen, the air sucked out of her lungs.

Easier?

Like she hadn’t spent the last few years proving herself, clawing her way up in a field full of people who underestimated her. Like she hadn’t been patient, loving, understanding every time Alex got overwhelmed. Like she was just some… phase.

Y/N had packed a bag and left without a word.

JJ hadn’t asked questions when Y/N showed up at her door, eyes red and voice shaking. She’d just pulled her into a hug and let her stay.

Days passed. Y/N didn’t move much from the guest room. She barely ate. She ignored her phone, ignored the knocks at the door when Alex inevitably came looking. JJ didn’t tell her. Alex had called, more times than Y/N could count, but JJ had been firm. She’s safe. That’s all you need to know.

It was on the fourth day that JJ sat on the edge of the bed, nudging Y/N’s arm.

“You can’t hide forever,” she murmured. “Come back to work. You don’t have to talk to her, just… be there. Start with paperwork, something easy.”

Y/N had hesitated but eventually agreed.

And so, she returned. The bullpen was the same. The cases, the stress, the team. The only thing different was Y/N. She was quiet. Reserved. She kept her head down, her hands busy, avoiding Alex’s gaze at all costs. Alex had tried, soft greetings, lingering pauses near her desk, but Y/N didn’t bite.

She couldn’t.

Not when it still hurt. Not when Alex had finally worked up the courage to approach her in the file room, eyes pleading, voice soft. “Y/N… please.” Y/N didn’t look at her. Just kept her eyes on the papers in front of her, gripping them like a lifeline.

“I can’t, Alex,” she whispered. “We’ve talked about this… and yet, it’s the first thing you bring up in an argument.”

Alex exhaled sharply. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But you still meant it.”

Silence. Y/N shook her head, gathering the files in her arms. “I need to get back to work.” She walked past Alex, leaving her standing there, alone, the weight of her own words crushing down on her.

And for the first time, Alex wondered if she had just lost the best thing in her life.

She had never been good at apologies. She was good at analysing, at solving, at making sense of chaos. But fixing something she had broken? That was different. And she had broken this.

Y/N hadn’t spoken to her beyond the necessities of the job. She worked her cases, did her paperwork, laughed with the team, but never with Alex. Never near Alex. And Alex hated it.

She had tried, in small ways. Leaving coffee on Y/N’s desk in the mornings. Taking some of her paperwork when the pile got too high. Even offering little glances, silent pleads that Y/N never acknowledged.

JJ wasn’t making it any easier.

“She’s not ready,” JJ had told her when Alex had cornered her in the hallway. “And you don’t get to push her into being ready just because you are.”

That stung. But it was true. So Alex waited.

- - -

It was late on a Wednesday, when Alex finally had her chance. Most of the team had gone home, the bullpen empty except for one desk still glowing under the fluorescent lights. Y/N was still there. Alex hesitated before walking over, her heart beating a little too fast.

“You should go home.”

Y/N didn’t look up. “I have work to do.”

Alex sighed. “It’s late, Y/N.” Y/N let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I have anywhere else to be.” That was a jab. Alex swallowed. “Y/N…”

Y/N finally looked at her, and Alex hated what she saw, tired eyes, hurt still lingering beneath the surface. “You don’t get to do this, Alex,” Y/N said, voice quiet but firm. “You don’t get to act like you care after what you said.”

“I do care,” Alex insisted. “I always have.” Y/N shook her head. “Then why was it so easy for you to throw the age thing in my face? Why was that the first thing you went for?”

Alex had no answer.

Because it had been easy. Because she had been frustrated and overwhelmed and had taken it out on the one person who least deserved it. “I was wrong,” Alex admitted. “I was frustrated and stressed, but that doesn’t excuse what I said.” She hesitated, then softened.

“I love you, Y/N. And I hate that I made you feel like… like I don’t see you as my equal.”

Y/N blinked at her, caught off guard. “Is that what you think this is about?” Alex frowned. “Isn’t it?”

Y/N sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “It’s not about equality, Alex. It’s about trust.” She shook her head. “We both knew there was an age gap. We talked about it. But then the moment things got tough, you used it against me. How am I supposed to trust that you won’t do it again?”

Alex felt her throat tighten.

She didn’t have an answer for that. So instead, she did the only thing she could, she reached out, hesitating before her fingers gently brushed Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t deserve another chance,” Alex admitted. “But if you ever decide you’re willing to give me one… I swear, I’ll never make you question this again.” Y/N stared at her for a long moment, something unreadable in her expression.

Then, slowly, she pulled her hand away.

“I need time.” Alex nodded, even though it hurt, “Take all the time you need.”

And with that, she walked away, leaving Y/N alone at her desk, staring down at the spot where Alex’s hand had been, wondering if she’d ever be ready to reach back.

- - -

Y/N hadn’t planned on drinking. But the moment she left the office, the idea of going back to that empty guest room at JJ’s, alone, with nothing but her thoughts, was unbearable. So she stopped at a liquor store on the way.

The whiskey burned on the way down, but at least it was something. Something to drown out the ache in her chest, the way Alex’s voice had lingered in her head. I love you, Y/N. Take all the time you need.

Did Alex really mean that? Or was it just another empty promise?

Y/N didn’t know anymore. By the time she stumbled back into JJ’s house, the bottle was half-empty. She barely made it to the guest room before she collapsed onto the bed, tears already burning in her eyes.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt.

She loved Alex. Of course, she did. But love wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like a constant battle between wanting to stay and needing to protect herself.

Somewhere between the alcohol and the exhaustion, the emotions crashed over her like a tidal wave. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest tightened, her hands shaking as she tried to gulp in air that just wouldn’t come. Panic.

She was panicking, but she couldn’t stop. She barely heard the door creak open before JJ’s voice cut through the haze.

“Y/N?”

A pause. Then, suddenly, JJ was at her side, kneeling next to the bed.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

JJ’s hands were warm as they gripped Y/N’s shoulders, steadying her. “Hey, hey, look at me. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

“I-I can’t,” Y/N choked out, her vision swimming.

“Yes, you can,” JJ said firmly. “Follow my voice. In for four, okay? One, two, three, four... good, now out.” Y/N tried. She really did. But her body wasn’t listening, her breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

JJ’s hands cupped her face, grounding her. “I’ve got you, Y/N. You’re safe. Just focus on me.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her whole body shaking. JJ kept whispering to her, kept counting, her voice steady, unwavering. And slowly, so slowly, Y/N’s breaths started to even out. Her body sagged, exhaustion taking over.

JJ exhaled, rubbing soothing circles on Y/N’s back. “Jesus, Y/N… you scared me.” Y/N let out a weak, watery laugh. “Join the club.” JJ sighed, glancing at the whiskey bottle on the nightstand. “This isn’t helping, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N admitted, voice hoarse.

JJ hesitated before softening. “You don’t have to go through this alone.” Y/N blinked up at her, her throat tight. “I don’t know how to stop hurting.” JJ gave her a sad smile, brushing damp hair from Y/N’s forehead.

“You don’t,” she said. “Not all at once. But you let the people who love you help you through it.” Y/N swallowed hard. JJ didn’t say Alex’s name. Didn’t push her to talk about it. JJ just stayed. She didn’t leave Y/N.

Even after Y/N’s breathing steadied, after the shaking subsided, after the quiet sobs turned into exhausted silence, JJ stayed. She sat on the floor next to the bed, rubbing slow circles into Y/N’s back, waiting for the storm to pass.

It didn’t. Not completely. But Y/N was too drained to cry anymore, too heavy with exhaustion and whiskey to do anything but lie there, staring at the ceiling. JJ finally sighed, brushing a hand through Y/N’s hair.

“Come on,” she murmured. “You need water. And food. And about ten hours of sleep.”

Y/N didn’t move. “I’m fine.” JJ let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah. Sure. That’s why I found you hyperventilating in the dark, halfway through a bottle of whiskey.” Y/N winced. JJ had a way of cutting through her bullshit.

Still, she shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” JJ stood, stretching before fixing her with a look. “You don’t have to. But you do have to get up.” Y/N groaned but let JJ pull her up. The world tilted slightly, and she caught herself against the nightstand.

JJ was already in full mom mode, handing her a bottle of water. “Drink. Small sips.” Y/N obeyed. The water was cold, soothing against her raw throat. JJ nodded approvingly. “Good. Now come on. Kitchen.”

Y/N frowned. “It’s late.” JJ just rolled her eyes. “And? You think I’m letting you go back to sleep like this? No chance.” Y/N sighed but followed her anyway.

JJ made grilled cheese.

It was simple, easy, but warm. Y/N sat at the kitchen table, watching as JJ moved around with practiced ease, flipping sandwiches like it was a skill she was born with. JJ slid a plate in front of her, crossing her arms. “Eat.”

Y/N stared at it, suddenly aware of how empty her stomach felt. She took a bite. Then another. JJ smirked.

“See? Food is good.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. For a while, they ate in silence. Then JJ spoke, her voice softer. “Alex came looking for you again today.” Y/N stiffened. JJ held up a hand. “Relax. I didn’t tell her you were here.” Y/N exhaled slowly.

“Thank you.”

JJ hesitated before sitting across from her. “You know, she’s miserable.” Y/N scoffed, looking away. “Yeah, well. So am I.” JJ nodded, like she expected that. “I’m not saying you have to forgive her. I just think… you two need to talk. For real.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “JJ…”

“I know,” JJ said quickly. “I know she hurt you. And you have every right to be mad. But I also know Alex, and she doesn’t say things she doesn’t mean. She loves you, Y/N.” Y/N stared at her plate, picking at the crust of her sandwich.

JJ leaned forward, her voice gentle. “Just think about it, okay?” Y/N didn’t answer. But later that night, lying awake in JJ’s guest room, she found herself thinking about nothing else.

- - -

Y/N didn’t go to work the next day. JJ had tried to nudge her in that direction, but one look at her exhausted face and she backed off.

“Fine,” JJ had sighed. “One more day. But tomorrow, you are getting your ass out of bed.”

Y/N had muttered something resembling agreement and rolled over.

She wasn’t ready to face Alex.

Not yet.

So she spent the day in JJ’s guest room, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over in her mind. The way Alex had looked at her. The way she had sounded, so genuine when she said she loved her. When she told her to take all the time she needed.

But Y/N knew better than to trust words alone.

Because when Alex had been stressed, when the weight of the job and Ethan and life had pressed too hard, the first thing she grabbed to throw was their age. It was easy for her to go there. And that meant it would always be there, waiting beneath the surface.

Right?

Y/N sighed, rolling onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear JJ let out an exasperated sigh.

Didn’t hear JJ say, “You have five minutes. If she tells me to kick you out, I’m doing it.”

What she did hear was the hesitant knock against the doorframe.

And the voice that followed.

“Y/N?”

Y/N’s body tensed.

Alex.

She knew she should get up, should say something, but her body felt like lead, her heart already beating too fast.

Silence.

Then the sound of Alex stepping further inside, quiet, cautious. “I, um…” Alex cleared her throat. “I know you don’t want to see me. And I don’t blame you. But I needed to come here and say something. Just once.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. JJ, you traitor. Alex exhaled slowly. “I was wrong.” That made Y/N open her eyes.

Alex’s voice was steadier now, more sure. “I was wrong for saying what I did. For making you feel like, like I see you as less. Because I don’t, Y/N. I never have.”

Y/N sat up slowly, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes before finally looking at Alex. She looked awful. Dark circles under her eyes, her posture rigid like she was bracing for a blow.

Y/N swallowed. “Then why did you say it?”

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Because I was angry. And I panicked. And instead of dealing with it like an adult, I lashed out.” She shook her head. “It was cruel. And unfair. And I hate that I hurt you.”

Y/N let that sink in.

It was real.

Not an excuse. Not a deflection. Just Alex standing there, admitting she had fucked up. Still…

“I don’t know if I can trust you not to do it again,” Y/N admitted. Alex nodded, like she had expected that. “I get that. And I won’t try to convince you otherwise.” She hesitated. “But I can show you.”

Y/N’s throat felt tight.

Alex took a slow step forward. “I love you, Y/N. And I don’t care how long it takes... you’re worth the wait.” Silence.

Then, Y/N let out a shaky breath.

“Okay.” Alex’s brows furrowed. “Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “I don’t know if I can trust you yet… but I think I want to try.” Relief flooded Alex’s face, her shoulders sagging like the weight of the world had finally been lifted.

Y/N swallowed. “But if you ever say something like that again—”

“I won’t,” Alex said immediately.

Y/N studied her for a long moment. Then, finally, she patted the empty space beside her. Alex sat beside her, tense but patient, waiting. Y/N wasn’t sure where to start. She stared at their hands, fingers so close but not quite touching.

It would be so easy to reach out, to take what was familiar, to fall back into something safe.

But she wasn’t safe. Not yet.

She swallowed hard. “I, um… I drank too much last night.” Alex’s gaze sharpened, her body going still. “What?” Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “Whiskey. Half a bottle, give or take.” She looked away, her voice quieter.

“Had a panic attack. JJ found me.”

Alex inhaled sharply. “Jesus, Y/N…”

“I don’t—” Y/N exhaled, gripping her own hands. Alex’s fingers twitched like she wanted to reach out but was holding herself back. Y/N squeezed her hands into fists.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I kept hearing you in my head. Over and over.”

Alex’s jaw tightened. “I did that to you.” Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Y-you did.”

The words sat heavy between them.

Alex swallowed, her voice thick. “I hate that I hurt you like that.” Y/N finally looked at her. “I know you do.”

Silence.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t forgive you.” Alex flinched, but she nodded. “Okay.” Y/N hesitated. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she reached out, fingers brushing against Alex’s.

Alex froze, eyes flickering down to where their hands touched.

It wasn’t forgiveness.

It wasn’t a fix.

But it was something.

Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly in Alex’s.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you, but I also don’t want to keep feeling like this. Like I’m just waiting for you to throw it in my face again.”

Alex’s grip tightened, grounding. “You won’t.”

Y/N’s throat felt tight. “I want to believe that.”

Alex turned slightly, looking her in the eye. “Then let me prove it to you.”

Y/N exhaled, leaning into the touch of Alex’s hand.

Alex didn't move. Like she was afraid if she so much as breathed wrong, Y/N would pull away. She didn’t. But when Alex finally found her voice, it was tight, careful. “You had a panic attack?”

Y/N stiffened slightly, then exhaled, “Y-yeah.” Alex’s grip on her hand tightened, “How bad?” Y/N swallowed.

“Bad.”

Alex shut her eyes for a moment, composing herself before speaking. “What happened?” Y/N hesitated, then shook her head, “Alex—”

“I need to know,” Alex said softly, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Please.”

Y/N sighed, staring at their joined hands. “I drank too much, and it just… hit me all at once. I couldn’t breathe, I-I was shaking, I felt like my chest was caving in. JJ found me. She helped me through it.”

Alex’s other hand came up, hesitating before lightly brushing against Y/N’s wrist. “Jesus, Y/N…”

Y/N shifted, uneasy under the weight of Alex’s concern. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Alex swallowed. “I know. But… I hate that I wasn’t there.” Y/N let out a small, tired laugh. “Wouldn’t have mattered.”

Alex’s expression tightened. “It matters to me.” Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that. So she didn’t. Instead, she let out a long breath and, without thinking too much about it, leaned against Alex’s shoulder.

Alex went completely still. For a second, Y/N thought she might pull away, or tense, or say something that would ruin the moment. But then, ever so slowly, Alex shifted, adjusting so Y/N could settle against her more comfortably.

It felt… good.

Familiar. Like muscle memory, like something that hadn’t been completely broken yet. Y/N let her eyes flutter shut, exhaustion pressing heavy against her.

Alex hesitated before speaking, her voice quiet, cautious. “Are you okay?” Y/N exhaled against her shoulder. “Not really.” Alex swallowed. “What do you need?”

Y/N barely had the energy to respond, her voice drowsy. “Just… stay.”

Alex’s fingers flexed slightly against her own, then steadied. “Okay,” she murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N didn’t say anything.

Alex stayed. She didn’t move, didn’t shift away, didn’t try to force a conversation. She just sat there, letting Y/N rest against her. For a while, neither of them spoke. Alex wasn’t sure if Y/N had drifted off or if she was just too exhausted to say anything else.

Either way, she didn’t push.

She only let herself move once, to reach for the blanket at the end of the bed and drape it gently over Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, shifting just slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Alex exhaled, her thumb unconsciously running over the back of Y/N’s hand.

Sleep pulling Y/N under.

Alex stayed awake long after she did.

- - -

JJ hesitated at the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her. Y/N, finally asleep, curled up against Alex’s shoulder, the exhaustion still etched into her face even in rest. And Alex, stiff but unmoving, like she was afraid any sudden movement might shatter the fragile peace between them. JJ sighed, stepping inside.

Alex barely glanced at her as she lowered herself onto Y/N’s other side, sitting on the bed with a quiet exhale. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, JJ broke the silence, her voice soft but weighted.

“She hasn’t had one in at least a year, Alex.”

Alex’s jaw clenched. JJ’s eyes stayed on Y/N, concern evident. “Not since she started seeing you.” Alex swallowed hard, guilt settling deep in her chest. She should’ve known. Should’ve realised that Y/N’s silence, her withdrawal, the way she unraveled so quickly, it wasn’t just about the fight.

It was about everything underneath it. Alex exhaled shakily. “I didn’t know.” JJ gave her a look, one that wasn’t angry, just tired. “Well, now you do.” Alex ran a hand over her face, suddenly feeling the weight of everything all at once. “I never wanted this.”

JJ softened slightly. “I know.” They sat in silence for a long time, Y/N breathing steadily between them. JJ sighed, glancing down at Y/N, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “I was worried about her.”

Alex’s throat felt tight. “Me too.” JJ nodded, quiet for a moment before looking at Alex again. “Don’t screw this up.” Alex met her gaze, something steady in her voice when she answered.

“I won’t.”

JJ stayed for a while. She didn’t say anything else, didn’t press, didn’t lecture, just sat there beside Y/N, occasionally glancing down at her with the same quiet worry Alex felt deep in her bones.

Y/N shifted slightly, unconsciously tucking herself closer against Alex’s shoulder. Alex barely breathed. JJ watched the movement, exhaling through her nose. “She trusts you.” Alex closed her eyes for a second, guilt pressing heavy. “I know.”

JJ shook her head slightly. “No, Alex. I mean... even now. After everything.” She glanced at Alex, voice softer but still firm. “That’s not something you just throw away.” Alex’s throat felt tight, “I don’t want to.” JJ studied her, then nodded, “Then don’t.”

Alex looked down at Y/N, the way her fingers were still loosely curled against her own. She squeezed them lightly. Y/N barely stirred, just sighed in her sleep. JJ stood, stretching before sneaking out of the room.

Alex sat there in the quiet, Y/N’s soft breaths the only sound in the space.

She exhaled slowly, adjusting just enough to rest her cheek lightly against the top of Y/N’s head. “I won’t,” she whispered.

- - -

Y/N slept soundly for hours, her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion of the night before. The rise and fall of her breathing became steady, calming, as Alex stayed by her side, barely moving except to adjust the blanket around them.

When Y/N finally stirred, her eyes opening groggily, it was already late afternoon. She blinked, disoriented for a moment, before her gaze landed on Alex, who hadn’t left her side. “You’re still here,” Y/N murmured, her voice rough from sleep.

Alex smiled softly. “Where else would I be?” Y/N swallowed, the events of the past few days flooding back, but she didn’t let them overtake her. She just let the comfort of Alex’s presence wash over her.

After a long moment, Y/N shifted, starting to sit up, but Alex gently pressed a hand to her shoulder. “Hey, take it easy,” Alex said quietly, her tone warm but firm. “How about you let me help you get home?”

Y/N flinched at the mention of “home.”

“I… I don’t know if I’m ready to go back yet,” Y/N admitted, her voice quiet. “Not sure if I can handle it, Alex.” Alex’s eyes softened, and she gently cupped Y/N’s face in her palm. “I get it. But you don’t have to go alone. I’ll be right there, okay? We’ll take it slow. One step at a time.”

Y/N didn’t say anything for a moment, her eyes searching Alex’s. She could see the sincerity there, the patience, the understanding. Finally, Y/N nodded, a small but grateful smile tugging at her lips. “Okay. But…” She hesitated, shifting on her feet.

JJ stepped in quietly from the hallway, offering a soft smile. “The door’s always open, Y/N,” she said gently, her voice steady. “Whenever you need it.” Y/N smiled at her, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, JJ.”

JJ nodded. “Take care of her.”

“I will,” Alex promised, her voice low and full of meaning. After a final glance at JJ, Alex helped Y/N to her feet, her hand firm at her back, guiding her out of the guest room. Y/N moved slowly, but with Alex’s support, it was a little easier.

Alex led her down the stairs, toward her SUV parked in the driveway, and helped her into the passenger seat. The quiet hum of the engine as Alex drove through the city felt calming. The rhythmic motion of the car almost made Y/N feel like she could breathe a little easier, but her mind was still clouded with everything that had happened.

They reached their apartment a short while later. Alex parked, taking a deep breath before turning off the engine. Y/N didn’t move right away, her hands tightly gripping the seat.

Alex glanced over at her, sensing the hesitation. “It’s okay. We’ll go inside together.” Y/N nodded silently, and Alex gently reached over to squeeze her hand, guiding her out of the car and up to the front door.

Once inside, Alex made sure to keep the atmosphere soft and quiet, not pushing too hard, just giving Y/N space. She helped her to the bedroom, pulling back the covers before sitting with her on the edge of the bed.

“Do you need anything?” Alex asked softly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from Y/N’s face.

Y/N shook her head, looking down at her hands. “Just… stay with me for a while.”

Alex nodded, settling beside her. She didn’t try to fill the silence with words. She just stayed.

And Y/N let the quiet wash over her, staring at the floor. But Y/N shifted in Alex’s arms, her voice quiet but clear. “I haven’t forgiven you yet, Alex.”

Alex’s chest tightened at the words, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch or try to defend herself. She simply nodded, her fingers tracing small patterns on Y/N’s arm as she waited for her to continue.

Y/N’s eyes rose, her breath shaky as she spoke, her words coming slowly, as though they weighed heavily on her. “I can’t just forget what you said, but…” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I still need you here. I need your comfort, your presence. Even if it’s not all better yet.”

Alex’s heart ached, but she didn’t move, didn’t break the contact between them. She only tightened her arms around Y/N, letting her feel the warmth and steadiness of her embrace.

Y/N leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder, her words almost a whisper. “I need you. But… you need to get rid of that thing in your head, the age gap thing. It’s there, Alex. I can feel it every time we fight, every time you pull away like you think it matters.”

Alex swallowed hard, her fingers gently threading through Y/N’s hair. “I don’t—”

Y/N interrupted her, her voice firm but tired. “You do. You’ve got this insecurity about it, like it’s going to change something between us. Like I’m too young for you, like I’m going to leave when I realise how much older you are.”

Alex closed her eyes, guilt flooding her chest. “I never meant to make you feel that way.”

“I know,” Y/N said softly. “But you do. And I need you to clear it out of your head. It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’m not here because of your age, Alex. I’m here because of you.” Alex’s breath hitched. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

Y/N shifted, turning slightly so she could look at Alex, her tired eyes meeting hers. “Then stop seeing it as a problem. We’re two people. That’s it. The rest doesn’t matter.” Alex looked down at her, the weight of Y/N’s words sinking in.

Slowly, she nodded. “I’m trying. I swear.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, resting her head back against Alex’s shoulder, her eyelids growing heavy. “I know. But you have to really believe it, Alex. I don’t want to keep carrying that for you.” The room was quiet, only the soft sound of their breathing filling the space as Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed.

Alex stayed there, not moving, her fingers continuing to gently stroke Y/N’s hair, her mind replaying everything Y/N had said. She needed to believe it, to clear out the doubts and insecurities that had crept in over the months.

But for now, all she could do was hold her.

And slowly, as the warmth of Alex’s embrace and the comfort of her words enveloped her, Y/N drifted off to sleep once more.

- - -

Y/N stayed asleep through the afternoon, her breathing slow and steady. Alex didn’t want to disturb her, so she stayed close, occasionally brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face as she gently shifted to make herself more comfortable.

By the time dinner rolled around, Alex quietly slipped out of bed, moving softly so she wouldn’t wake Y/N. She padded into the kitchen, making a light meal, a simple pasta dish that she knew they both liked. As she cooked, the silence of the apartment was calming, but Alex found herself looking back to the bedroom, checking on Y/N every few minutes.

When dinner was ready, Alex plated their food and returned to the bedroom, finding Y/N still sound asleep. She set the plates on the nightstand, then gently woke her up with a soft touch.

“Hey,” Alex whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N’s forehead. “Dinner’s ready.” Y/N blinked sleepily, her voice rough from sleep. “You made food?”

Alex smiled. “I did. I figured we could just eat in here, if you’re okay with that.”

Y/N nodded, sitting up slowly. “Sounds perfect.”

Alex handed her a plate, climbing into bed beside her, settling down with her own. The two of them ate in peaceful silence, the soft hum of the TV filling the space as they casually flipped through reality shows. It was a quiet kind of happiness, the kind that came from just being together.

But the moment was interrupted when Alex’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling them both. Alex glanced at the screen and stopped. The caller ID read “Ethan.”

Y/N noticed the shift in her expression, the subtle tension in her posture. “Ethan?” she asked softly.

Alex hesitated before answering it, a mix of emotions crossing her face as she swiped to accept the call. “Hey, Ethan,” Alex said, her voice steady but laced with surprise.

“Mom!” Ethan’s voice came through the speaker, full of warmth and energy. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day! Where have you been? You’re never home at this time.”

Alex let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I know, I know. It’s been… a long day.” Y/N sat quietly, watching the exchange, her expression soft. Alex seemed so at ease with her son, but Y/N could see the underlying hesitation, as if something bigger was about to come out.

“Everything okay?” Ethan’s voice cut through the quiet, his tone more serious now.

Alex hesitated for a moment. This was it, the conversation she’d been putting off. “Actually, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Ethan.”

Y/N shifted slightly, her gaze meeting Alex’s for a brief second. She offered her a small, comforting smile, silently telling her she was there.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” Alex continued, her heart pounding a little faster. “Her name is Y/N.”

On the other end of the line, Ethan was quiet for a moment, the pause stretching longer than Alex had expected. Then, his voice cracked with genuine excitement.

“Wait—Y/N?” he repeated, his voice full of curiosity. “As in, Y/N from work? Oh my god, that’s awesome!” Alex’s breath hitched at the mention of Y/N’s name. She looked over at her, seeing her sitting quietly, her eyes soft with understanding as she let Alex have this moment with Ethan.

“Yeah, that Y/N,” Alex said, the corner of her lips twitching upward. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now. I guess I’m just a little late in telling you.”

Ethan laughed lightly, his excitement palpable. “I’m so happy for you, Mom! Seriously, I’ve heard so much about her from work. She’s awesome, right? When do I get to meet her?” Alex’s heart softened at his words. She glanced at Y/N, her eyes lingering on her with affection. “Soon, I hope. She’s right here, actually.”

Y/N smiled faintly, her eyes locking with Alex’s. She could feel the warmth in Alex’s gaze, the sincerity, and the promise of something deeper. “Hi, Ethan,” Y/N said softly into the phone, her voice gentle but sincere. “It’s really nice to finally meet you, even if it’s over the phone.”

Ethan’s voice came back, enthusiastic and genuine. “No way! I can’t wait to actually meet you in person. My mom talks about you all the time. You’re a big deal, you know?” Y/N let out a soft laugh, feeling her nerves ease. “I don’t know about that. But I’m looking forward to meeting you, too.”

As the conversation continued, Alex sat back against the headboard, watching Y/N interact with her son, a deep sense of peace washing over her. She had waited so long for this moment, to be able to share her life, her real life, with Ethan. And now, with Y/N, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

When the call ended, Alex looked at Y/N, her expression soft and full of gratitude. “Thank you for being so… understanding.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes still warm. “Of course. He seems like a really great kid.”

Alex’s gaze lingered on her, a gentle warmth flooding her chest. “He is. And I think… I think he’s going to love you.”

Y/N leaned back against the pillows, a quiet smile tugging at her lips. “I hope so.”

And for the first time in a long time, Alex felt like the pieces were falling into place, like she was on the right path. And no matter the bumps along the way, with Y/N by her side, maybe everything would be okay after all.

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much love to you and your family

(penelopexreader anon requester)

I’m glad you enjoyed it! Let me know if you’d ever want to see another one!!

can you write a Penolope Garcia X reader fic please????

I need more in my life there's not enough

Something cute fluffy cuddly maybe

grumpy x sunshine

established relationship

BANTER

Maybe reader meeting to the BAU team

(reader is not a part of the BAU) 

Hope you enjoy this! Let me know if you'd like anything changed or added :)

It's on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63243358

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6 Months Ago...

Penelope Garcia had never been one to shy away from technology, after all, it was her world. But even in a field where she was undeniably a genius, she never expected to find someone who would completely surprise her, not through tech or algorithms, but with a single message.

It started on an online forum about cybersecurity, where Garcia often browsed to stay updated. She never imagined that the username TechieTaco would catch her attention. The message was simple, but it stood out:

"I think you might be underestimating your skills. Let's fix that." 

Garcia's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just the confidence in her words, it was the challenge. No one had ever dared to push her like that, especially someone who didn't know her. She responded quickly, a mix of curiosity and playfulness in her message.

"And how exactly do you plan to fix that?"

What followed was an exchange of witty banter, sharing tips and tricks about tech that felt like a game of intellectual tennis. Garcia couldn’t help but feel drawn to this person, someone who was clearly sharp but didn’t mind the playful back-and-forth. And when they eventually moved from the forum to messaging privately, the conversation didn’t stop at tech.

Y/N, as it turned out, was nothing like the image Garcia had in her head. She was tall, athletic, and had a no-nonsense attitude. But it was her confidence that surprised Garcia the most. Y/N wasn’t shy. She didn’t second-guess herself, even when it came to something as simple as complimenting Garcia.

One evening, after a particularly hilarious conversation about their favorite snacks, Y/N sent her a message that completely floored Garcia:

"I’m interested in getting to know you better. Not your skills, not your expertise... just you."

Garcia blinked, staring at the words on her screen. She hadn’t expected that. Just you. The idea that someone was interested in her, Penelope Garcia, the quirky, colorful, tech-obsessed, and sometimes overly chatty woman, left her speechless for a moment. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Y/N's confidence was something Garcia had never encountered before. It was something that made her feel seen, even beyond her work.

It wasn’t long before they decided to meet. Garcia was a bundle of excitement and nervous energy when they agreed on a video call. She was sitting in her colorful office, her usual oversized glasses perched on her nose, tapping her foot in anticipation.

When the call connected, there she was, Y/N. Tall, strong, and undeniably stunning, sitting back with an easygoing smile. Her short, tousled hair framed her face in a way that made Garcia’s heart skip. And that confidence, it was all there, as though Y/N had no doubt that she belonged in every space she entered.

"Hey, Penelope," Y/N said with that calm confidence, making Garcia feel instantly at ease. "It’s really good to finally put a face to the name."

Garcia, still a little caught off guard, smiled brightly. "It’s, uh, really great to see you, Y/N. I was... honestly a little nervous."

Y/N's laugh was low and warm, and she leaned forward a little, eyes never leaving the screen. "Nervous? You’re Penelope Garcia. You run circles around the rest of us when it comes to tech. What do you have to be nervous about?"

The way Y/N said it made Garcia feel like she was exactly where she needed to be. And the more they talked, the more Garcia realized that Y/N wasn’t just interested in her tech skills, she was fascinated by her.

As they continued their conversation, Garcia couldn’t help but laugh, feeling her confidence grow with every word. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?"

Y/N smirked. "I don’t do anything halfway."

And from that moment on, Garcia knew Y/N wasn’t like anyone else. She was confident, strong, and had a way of making Penelope feel like the most important person in the world. And despite Garcia’s initial surprise, she couldn’t help but be glad that Y/N had taken that chance, that she’d seen something in Garcia that she couldn’t ignore.

It was the start of something special, something unexpected, an unexpected love story that neither of them had anticipated, but both were willing to embrace wholeheartedly.

Present Day...

Penelope Garcia never thought she'd end up in a place like this. No, seriously. As she stood in the middle of Y/N's sleek, modern, very expensive-looking apartment, she still felt like she had somehow stumbled into a movie rather than her own home. She had officially moved in two weeks ago, and while she had made sure to sprinkle in some of her signature colour and flair, Y/N's impeccable taste still shined through. Dark wood, soft lighting, a kitchen that looked like it belonged to a Michelin-star chef.

How did I end up living like a tech billionaire's pampered cat?

She sighed dramatically, flopping onto the couch as Y/N walked in from the home office. "What's the sigh for this time, oh dramatic one?" Garcia peeked up at her. "Just revelling in the fact that I somehow got a hot, smart girlfriend and a penthouse. I must have been a saint in my past life." Y/N smirked, crossing her arms.

"Oh, definitely. Probably a warrior princess, too." Garcia grinned.

"Obviously."

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She glanced at it, eyes widening before she sat up quickly. "Oh! It’s JJ. The team is going on a weekend cabin trip and want me to come. And they said to bring my ‘mystery girlfriend’ so the team can finally meet you." Y/N raised a brow. "Mystery girlfriend, huh?" Garcia wiggled her brows. "You are a mystery to them. I keep you all to myself, like a dragon hoarding its treasure." Y/N chuckled, shaking her head.

"So, do you want me to meet them?"

Garcia practically leapt off the couch, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist. "Of course, I do! They’re my family, and you’re you, which means they’re going to love you." Y/N, always calm and composed, smiled. "Then let’s do it."

The next night, after a chaotic packing session where Garcia made sure to pack at least three separate pairs of fuzzy socks (priorities), the two loaded up Y/N's sleek black SUV and hit the road. Y/N, ever the confident driver, navigated the winding roads with ease while Garcia played DJ, switching between classic rock, guilty pleasure pop songs, and dramatic Broadway numbers.

"Did you seriously just go from AC/DC to Mamma Mia?" Y/N asked, amused. "Yes," Garcia said proudly. "It’s called range."

When they pulled up to the cabin, Garcia was practically vibrating with excitement. She spotted the team outside by the fire pit and hopped out of the car before Y/N even had the chance to cut the engine.

"Hello, my beautiful crime-fighting loves!" she called, arms outstretched.

"Garcia!" JJ grinned, walking over for a hug. "And… this must be Y/N?"

The rest of the team had turned their attention to Y/N as she stepped out of the car, standing tall with her usual composed confidence. The firelight cast a warm glow over her, highlighting her strong, athletic frame and effortless androgynous style, loose-fit black jeans, a plain gray henley rolled at the sleeves, and her signature understated gold jewelry.

There was a pause. A moment of processing. "Wait this is Y/N?" Derek finally blurted, eyes flicking between Garcia and Y/N. Emily smirked, nudging JJ. "You were expecting a nerd in glasses, weren’t you?"

"I—No! Okay, maybe a little!" JJ admitted, laughing. Garcia, completely unbothered, beamed and wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist. "She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?"

"Ridiculously so," Tara agreed, tilting her head. "How did you meet her again?" Garcia grinned mischievously. "Oh, we met online. She wooed me with her tech knowledge and her very impressive muscles." Y/N, taking it all in stride, extended her hand. "Nice to finally meet you all. I’ve heard a lot."

Rossi, who had been watching with his signature knowing smirk, shook her hand firmly. "Welcome to the family, kid. You drink whiskey?" Y/N chuckled. "I wouldn’t say no to a glass."

"Good answer," Rossi said, leading her toward the cabin. Garcia turned back to the team, wiggling her eyebrows. "Told you you’d love her."

The evening passed in a warm blur of food, drinks, and laughter. The team had set up a huge dinner spread, steak, roasted vegetables, pasta, the works.

Y/N fit in shockingly well. She listened intently as the team swapped stories, chiming in with occasional sharp-witted remarks that had even Emily raising an eyebrow in approval. When it came to drinking games, she handled her whiskey like a pro, earning instant points from Rossi.

But what really melted Garcia’s heart was how effortlessly affectionate Y/N was. There was never a moment where she wasn’t touching Garcia in some small way, a hand on her thigh, an arm draped over the couch behind her, or the occasional kiss to her temple when she got particularly animated telling a story.

At one point, Luke shook his head, smiling. "I’ve never seen Garcia like this. So… cuddly."

"She's always like this," Y/N replied, a teasing smirk on her lips. "I’ve learned to accept my fate." Garcia beamed. "Yes. She is my designated cuddle victim." Y/N simply pulled Garcia closer, whispering, "Worst fate ever," into her hair, making Garcia giggle.

Eventually, the drinks slowed, yawns took over, and the team started heading to their rooms. As Garcia and Y/N made their way to their shared room, Garcia sighed happily, stretching her arms. "An entire uninterrupted weekend with my girlfriend and my best friends? I am living the dream." Y/N chuckled, tugging off her sweater before climbing into bed. "Happy to be of service, angel."

Garcia slipped under the covers and immediately curled into Y/N's side, resting her head on her chest.

"Okay, but seriously," she murmured, "I’m so glad you came. They adore you." Y/N pressed a kiss to Garcia’s forehead, arms wrapped securely around her. "I adore you. And if your team comes with the package, I’m happy to be in it." Garcia hummed, already half-asleep. "Best. Girlfriend. Ever." And with that, she dozed off, wrapped up in the warmth of her perfectly unexpected love.

The next morning, Garcia woke up feeling ridiculously well-rested. No nightmares, no early morning cases pulling her away, just the soft, steady warmth of Y/N holding her close. She peeked up at her girlfriend, who was still half-asleep, one arm draped lazily over Garcia’s waist.

"Y/N," Garcia whispered, poking her side. A sleepy groan. "Mmm?"

"Morning, gorgeous." One eye cracked open, a slow, lazy smile forming on Y/N's lips. "Morning, angel." Garcia stretched, making a content noise. "I slept so well. You’re still officially my favorite pillow." Y/N chuckled, voice still rough with sleep. "Happy to be of service." After a few more minutes of Garcia refusing to move (because cuddles were essential), they finally peeled themselves out of bed, freshened up, and made their way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the cabin as they stepped into the open living space. The BAU team was already up, working together to make breakfast. "Well, well, look who’s finally awake," Emily teased, flipping a pancake. Derek, who was standing by the counter, leaned back with a smirk. "Man, I gotta know your workout routine, Y/N. Seriously... how do you do it?" Y/N, ever the picture of calm confidence, just smirked.

"It’s a trade secret."

Derek grinned. "C’mon, let a man in on it. You lift? Run? Fight crime on the side?" Garcia, leaning into Y/N's side, sighed dramatically. "She just exists like this. It’s unfair, really." Y/N chuckled. "Genetics, mostly. And, you know, carrying Garcia to bed when she falls asleep on the couch." Garcia gasped, placing a hand on her chest. "How dare you expose me."

Y/N grinned and, without missing a beat, pulled Garcia into a tight hug from behind, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You love it." The team collectively made a noise of amusement, and JJ shook her head.

"Okay, I love them together."

While everyone continued their friendly banter, Y/N slipped away toward the coffee station. She eyed the setup, scanning for the right ingredients before effortlessly crafting Garcia’s insanely complicated coffee order.

The first time she had made it, she’d taken detailed mental notes, half-and-half, a splash of vanilla, a specific amount of caramel drizzle (not too much but not too little), and an exact temperature that Garcia swore tasted different. With practiced ease, she set Garcia’s mug down in front of her before grabbing her own, just simple black coffee.

Garcia gasped as if Y/N had just brought her the Holy Grail. "This is why I fell in love with you."

Y/N smirked, taking a sip of her own coffee before leaning over to kiss Garcia’s cheek. "I thought it was the muscles?"

Garcia sighed dreamily. "That too."

Emily leaned in toward JJ. "They’re disgustingly adorable." JJ nodded, grinning. "I know. I love it." As everyone sat down for breakfast, Garcia snuggled into Y/N's side, taking a happy sip of her coffee. A whole weekend with her team, her perfect girlfriend, and zero interruptions?

Life was so good.

Chapter 3 of The Confessions is out now!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62361436/chapters/160518820#workskin

The Confessions - Chapter 1 is out!

JJ and Y/N are kidnapped, Y/N insists on taking Askari's torture, refusing to give him the information he so truly desires. The BAU team finding the both of them in the knick of time, Y/N's unconsciousness bringing up feelings that both JJ and Y/N had buried months ago.

Under my request series!

I’ve been asked a few times to do a sick fic with my Ghost Series, but no kind of specific sickness! Anyone want to suggest one? Or request a specific one?

Chapter 2 of The Big Question is out now! Enjoy!

It’s getting juicy…

Chapter 1 of The Big Question, out now!

Thank you readers for the love on my last fic, I’m glad you both cried to it and loved it!

The Carnival Fair!

Thanks for the mention!

Hi

Have u written a story where they take Henry or maybe if not both kids with there daughter carried by jj , to a fair and and ace takes in one of those rigged shooting games and the guy running it is over cocky thinking that she has no chance, so ace asks Henry what prize he wants and he decides on the biggest one there. Of course ace wins it wiping the smug look of the guys face. Emily and jj are insanely turned on but before they can even think of that Henry does something really sweet and gifts the prize to his sister

Ur writing is amazing

I haven’t written that but @anything-pov definitely wrote that for their Ghost series! Check it out.

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